Chapter 96: The Duke & Realms return. (2/2)

They trembled heavily as they pointed their blades at him. They had fired their heavy calibre rifles a second ago, but it seemed to have barely any effect on him as some strange invisible wall stopped it.

Despite asking the question, they didn't reply and instead approached him. Ready to use their abilities.

”I've already met the quota given to me by the king. I have no desire to play around with your silly lives or kill anymore of you. This war seems meaningless to me.” He said.

They took another step. This time, the floor between the three of them, highlighted itself in the shape of square.

”But if you move even a step closer. I'll kill you.” He said, with a cold look.

The horns on top his head were red, he was clearly a noble. And a powerful one at that. The refugee was taken over but none of the alarms had gone off.

He was a danger, a huge threat to humanity. That was precisely why they couldn't back down.

”As members of the imperial fallen angel opposition corps… We mustn't back down.” Said one of them as he gripped tightly on his sword's hilt.

These katanas were a special prototype created by the corporation aimed to prevent any injuries inflected from healing for a set period of time.

There were different effects for the different types of properties, some were more compatible with certain abilities than others.

An example would be the one Delta uses, her prototype is aimed to maximise the conductivity of her flames whilst avoiding being melted.

But the ones these three were using were the most recent and simplest ones.

They referred to them as cursed gear.

”All we need is a hit…” He whispered.

The other two beside him nodded.

”Very well… I admire your courage.” Said the horned one, as he hung his head.

The square suddenly rose in the form of a cube catapulting them towards him.

As they soared through the air, heading straight for collision, they positioned their swords ready to swing down on him.

But before they were even five meters away from him.

*Spurt*

Their heads burst. The pieces scattered around onto the pile of corpses as their body landed there.

Only one of them was left behind. The one who was in the middle. He was the only one who's head was still fine.

But the blood of his friends had splattered all over him.

*CRASH!*

He hadn't even processed what had happened a second ago, and yet there he was, with the back of his head implanted into the ground.

”Huh…? What…? When… When did you…? M-My friends… W-What did you do to them…!?” He asked, the look of despair present all over his face. ”

”Doesn't matter. But as the Duke I must ask… You said something about the fallen angel corps? Is that what organisation you work under?”

'Duke…? He's a noble Duke?!'

The man spat at the duke's face and bit his lip, refusing to reply.

But what he felt a chill go down his spine as he saw that his saliva had stopped just inches away from the duke's face.

Again the invisible wall.

”Right, asking the normal way never works. Torture it is.” Said the duke, before cracking one of the member's fingers.

*Crack*

”AARHGHHHHH!” He grimaced in pain.

”There's 19 left. You better start answering.” Said The Duke with a smile.